User blog comment:Segalia/Great Power/@comment-32303-20130524223642/@comment-3474228-20130531034810

Saxon sneers at Horatio, curling his lip in contempt. "Mah apologies, m'lord Abbot, but this 'ere blighter, might look like a jolly ol' chap, aye, but 'e's got an agenda you won't be too pleased about, wot! Now lets cut the chatter an' defend this Abbey, eh? Whaddaya say, old buffoon, save the talkin' fer later?" Saxon charges out of the room, spear held high

OOC: Greyfur, whatta champ